Love For Hire

Chapter 22: 22

“That went well,” Kinsley said happily as she walked into the washroom and stood in front of the mirror, removing her earrings. “I honestly was not sure they would get along or be happy about our engagement. I must say I am pleasantly surprised,” she reached for the pins in her hair, letting her long locks tumble down her back and over her shoulders.

“My mother will have the wedding planned by noon tomorrow if you allow her,” he said from the other room. “We could be married by the end of the week.” Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“She can plan a wedding that quickly?” She asked, coming back into the bedroom to watch him remove his sash and unbutton his dress Jacket.

“My father thinks he runs a nation, but the truth is he is a figurehead. My mother pulls his strings. If she micromanages an entire country, she can plan an extravagant wedding in her sleep,” he said as he shrugged out of his jacket.

She smiled as she watched him go about undressing. He moved around the room with ease now. It was as if he had every inch of the room memories. He did not need his cane or Brutus’ help to find his way around. So long as the made did not move anything, he was good. Unfortunately, it was the only room in the house where he had the confidence to move around unaided.

He draped his jacket over the chair in the corner and then proceeded to unbutton his white linen shirt. Kinsley leaned against the washroom door, watching him undress. It was such an erotic sight. The man had an incredible body, and he belonged to her. Kinsley crossed the short distance coming up behind him as he tossed his shirt onto the chair with his jacket. She ran her hands up his toned back and over his strong shoulders, placing a feather-light kiss to the back of his neck. “You look amazing tonight,” she purred against his skin. “Like a fairy tale prince, I felt like Cinderella watching you come down the stairs.”

“It is amazing what a shave and some fine clothes will do for a man’s image,” she slipped around him until she was in front of him, her hands moving down his chest and belly.

“This polished regal look is so sexy,” she purred, brushing her lips over him but refraining from actually kissing him. “Makes a girl… hot,” she sighed.

“Does it now?” He was grinning. He dipped his head and grazed his lips over her ear. “And what does that make you want to do?”

She giggled and shoved him hard. He fell back against the bed, and she reached for his belt. Kinsley tugged his pants off and then his shorts. She dropped to her knees and took his thick manhood in her hand, wrapping her mouth around the head and sucked. He groaned with pleaser and relaxed back against the bed as she slid him in and out of her mouth, sucking and twirling her tongue around the shaft and tip.

His hand fisted in her hair as she worshipped his cock. “Oh fuck, it is so good,” he moaned, his face twisted in pleasure. “I am so close. Fuck me, Kinsley; I want to cum inside you.”

She rose to her feet and removed her clothes. She climbed on top of him, straddling his lap. Kinsley sunk down on his erection, taking him deep. She purred at the feel of him filling her. He always felt so good.

His hands gripped her hips, and he rocked her. “Yeah, just like that. Ride me hard,” he moaned.

Nicholas sat up, and his mouth closed around her nipple, sucking hard, making her shudder with delight. Her arms twined around his neck; her fingers lost in his dark hair holding him close. Every moment in his arms was sheer delight. His body made hers come to life.

His lips lifted from her breast and found hers in a demanding, heated kiss. “I love fucking your tight little body,” he purred against her lips. “It is sheer fucking heaven.”

“Oh, Nicholas,” she sighed.

“I love the way my name sounds on your lips,” he said, kissing her neck.

“Oh god, Nicholas, I am going to cum.”

“Me too,” his hand gripped her hips and forced her down harder, driving himself deeper and pushing them both over the edge. Her body shook as he spilled his seed into her. As the bliss faded, they held each other, their bodies stilled. The aftermath was wonderful, just holding one another and enjoying the closeness. It was in moments like this when life seemed perfect.

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A strangled groan drew Kinsley from her sleep. She rolled over in the dark and reached out for Nicholas, only to find herself alone. The room was pitch black. She reached for the clock on the nightstand and tried to focus on the time. It was three in the morning. She tossed back the covers and got out of bed.

Kinsley made her way to the washroom. The lights were out, and the room was dark. She reached out and turned on the light to find Nicholas on his knees, bent over the toilet, vomiting. His whole body shook with the effort. Kinsley came to his side, and she stroked his hair, which was wet with sweat. She looked him over. His flesh was pale, and he was perspiring profusely. His hands gripped the sides of the bowl so tightly they were white-knuckled.

He heaved again, his whole body shaking, and she wondered how long he had been in here. Kinsley knelt down next to him, rubbing his back and trying to comfort him. She glanced in the bowl and instantly became concerned. He was not bringing up vomit, no what he brought up was green bile mixed with blood. She was greatly concerned. They sat there for a few more minutes, and then

Nicholas stretched his arm out over the seat and lay his weary head on his arm. His eyes closed. Poor thing was all worn out.

With some coaxing, she managed to convince Nicholas to go back to bed. She helped him to his unsteady feet and walked him back to the bed. Once he was comfortable, he fell asleep almost immediately. She returned to the washroom and cleaned up, then turned out the light and returned to bed. She would have to bring this up with his family in the morning.